The ache continued and I started to sway, my thoughts never leaving him. He’d become my rock even though I’d done everything in my power to keep him at arm’s length. The truth was that I’d tried my entire life not to be a burden to anyone. After a few years, my people skills sucked.
And why? Because I was afraid to admit I needed help to anyone.
With Kazimir bulldozing his way in, I’d felt suffocated. What I wouldn’t give to have his massive arms around me, holding me tightly against him as he assured me that everything was going to be alright.
Another tear fell and I blinked several times, almost able to hear the deep thrumming of his voice. I’d never told him that the sensations from his bass vibrato thrilled me every time he spoke.
There were so many things I’d been hesitant to tell him, including just how grateful I was for his protection. I was so tired, so very tired. Yawning, I almost felt a tickle of his hot breath against my neck just as he whispered lurid words.
“I can’t wait to fuck you, my perfect virtuoso. You’re all mine.”
I just needed to sleep. Maybe this was nothing more than a bad dream.
“You’re very special. Do you know how sweet your pussy tastes?”
“No,” I whispered back. “Tell me.”
“Like sweet cherries in the springtime.”
A soft laugh pushed past my lips. “You’re such a bad man.”
Boom!
My eyes flew open from hearing the loud noise. Another shiver tore through me. Had I really heard a sound? “Help me!”
Seconds ticked by. There was no other noise.
“Is anyone there?” My voice was strained from tears and terror, yet I wasn’t ready to give up just yet. I was a fighter. I’d fought through hell before and I would do it again. My life was worth something and I refused to give up or give in.
Heavy footsteps forced me to suck in my breath.
I wasn’t a religious girl, yet I prayed Kazimir had found me. I held my breath as the footsteps drew closer.
Then there was nothing but the horrible sounds of crickets and something slithering across the floor.
Boom.
The door was flung open, slammed against the wall. Light from behind the large person illuminated his broad shoulders.
Wincing, I bit my lower lip because I knew it wasn’t Kazimir. I knew his sultry scent, the exotic spices and citrus exciting. The smell of the person was decidedly different.
Like pure evil.
As soon as a light was turned on, I shielded my eyes.
Until he laughed.
“My beautiful fiancée. I thought we should spend some time together since we’ll be married by this time tomorrow. What’s wrong with a little taste of what belongs to me?”
I stared at Rurik, the ugly Russian glaring down at me with lust in his eyes. Repulsion rushed through my mind and I shrank back as much as possible.
He took his time gazing from my eyes downward, the bulge between his legs thickening. Disgust rushed up from my throat, bile filling my mouth.
“You can’t keep me. Kazimir will find me.” I took a quick look at my surroundings. I was in a bedroom of some kind, only the bed had been stripped to a cot with a thin mattress. One window and one door. The only other thing in the room was a dresser several feet away. Where was I?
His laugh boomed as he took two steps closer. “Sadly, that’s not going to happen.”
“You don’t know him and his family. They will burn down this city to find me.”